indian summer on the river. almost all boats and docks now gone. wilderness always here returning.
high tide returning to the sea. strong southwest wind is steady. noontime sun fills the southern expanse. three kayaks floating by.
a lobster boat motors loudly by heading upriver for the winter towing its inflatable dinghy in its wake.
old jet contrails mar an otherwise silent cloudless sky.
only seagulls on the water. there! maybe an eagle above the pines.
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